masochism.

lies roll off your tongue and i lick the sugar coating off your lips that i kiss...

i..... i have an aquired taste for destruction.  

playing with fire.

let your virtue down, and your vices out.  

the wrong woman

i was never her. even when i was...... it was never my woman, but rather the time, the circumstances, the resources. 

no, i never was.  

defense mechanisms.

i don't remember, but i don't try to...... 

where i come from.

all my art comes from where i come from.  

this is who i was. this is who i am. this is who i'm becoming.